how it goes

there was a vase.

it was nothing special.

not very pretty

to look at.

it sat on a shelf

in a window.

it was behind

another vase, though.

the vase in front was

dustless and beautiful.

the vase in front had

flowers in it.

the ugly vase

sat for years

behind the lovely

vase.

the lovely vase had

everything and more.

elegant curves,

tasteful colors.

it was so beautiful

no one looked at

the curveless,

off white vase

behind it.

one day a child

ran through the

store.

the table by the window

was bumped

and the ugly vase

fell.

it shattered into

needle thin shards

and eventually swept

away.

the lovely vase

was bought that

day.

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